Nightmare FrostTrap

Basically we know that humans have treated monsters terribly maybe including the kid monsters which makes the cast resent humans a little more for hurting even the kids of their own species. So can I request headcanon of Tfc with a F!Mc who adopted a kid monster like a while ago and they can clearly tell the kid has been treated well and is spoiled with love and affection? Like the kid clearly has the biggest smile, is fed well, sleeps well without nightmares, is healthy, is in school, has friends, and adores the F!Mc and calls her Mom?

Thank you for your time💕

Oh, that is so cute🩷 let’s do it ❤️

The freak circus x f!Mc with a monster kid

The first time they met you…you were like a ray of light…so bright and warm as you talked to them like they were people inside of the freaky circus performers…they got a lot of hate and discrimination when they came here… not that it was anything new for them though…

But one day you told them you had a child… and their hearts collectively dropped… so you had a partner… and had a child together….it made sense such a beautiful and kind person like you would not be single… they don’t even know what they expected… it’s not like he would choose them even if you were anyway…

But one day when you brought the kid with you to the circus…. They were absolutely stunned…. Your child was a monster… not a half monster…a full on monster… their own species… they could feel it… they could smell it… how is this possible?…

The first day they saw that child… they didn’t know what to say because they didn’t know what they were looking at… that sweet little thing… was happy… like actually visibly happy…

They were barely even hiding their monster form… the two little horns on their head were visible… not even wearing a mask clearly showing their sharp fangs and glowing split pupil eyes…even the clothing was visibly normal… not like them trying to hide every part of their body like it was shameful…

The kid was simply wearing a loose T-shirt with their favourite cartoon character in the front, a pair of shorts and sneakers, a lollipop in one hand as they were licking it happily, the other hand holding your hand as they were asking about everything in the circus, pulling you to go to the different tents… why were they so happy?… it didn’t make sense….

In this world… monsters were treated worse than animals… hunted down like they were a disease… they themselves have experienced that first hand… being treated as nothing more than entertainment for humans who would probably find it funny if they died on stage… even they’re young we’re not spared from it…

So why was this little one… so clearly happy… living with a human no less… they didn’t even know what to feel seeing it… they do guess…you really are different… they felt it the very first time you smiled so gently and genuinely at them… it must be why they were drawn to you immediately…

They invite you and your child pretty much every day now to come to the circus… they don’t even charge or anything… they just want to see that miracle… one of their own finally not being afraid… and seeing you… you really are a miracle… so please don’t change… please don’t become like the others… they don’t know what they would do if you did…

But every day they spend with you… every day you continue to be the same kind genuine person… every day they see that child calling you mom so genuinely and happily… it makes them feel something they have not felt in a very long time…Hope

Hope… that one day things will be different… hope that you would choose them… hope that they would not need to be disgusted by their own reflection anymore… hope to see their child with you…

So please….Please… never become like those disgusting other humans… please continue to be who you are… please stay…

Ladies and gentlemen... By popular demand. I present to you. (A little crossover thingy I made for "The Freak Circus" and "CookieRun" fans). The «Deceiver»!

I know there are MANY of you that like both things, I saw you all probably having a Shadow Milk Cookie pfp, SO I provided some content just✨️for✨️you✨️. YOU HAPPY? (´ｰ｀).｡*･ﾟﾟAnd that's not all! I also created a little video to be fully immersed in the story. So please, have a seat, make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the show!

(P.S. Please ignore the grammatical errors, I've only noticed them a little bit too late-)

Here there are a few slides that show my thoughts and the process behind the making of these concepts!

Ok, so kinda doing a starter thing like I do with headcannons so I do not rewrite the same situation leading up to the reveal 5 times lol hopefully it helps.

I picked for the scenario explicitly for this exes (with your partner wanting to rekindle your relationship) with joint custody/Mc has main custody, as all the scenarios (at least I believe) would have very different outcomes.

(Above is copy pasted)

I’m very sorry if this one turned out bad! I’ve redid it several times I could not figure out how to finish this!

You already have kid

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 Or Read on Ao3 for trans-masc version

“Careful now,” Pierrot’s voice was lower than the bottom of the ocean as he whispered in your ear. “Remember it’s all in the flick of the wrist and the timing.” 

His hand engulfed yours, his fingers overlapping yours as you pinched the blade of the knife between forefinger and thumb. His other hand was on your waist. He was bent over you in a way that would have been either comical or terrifying, depending on if the viewer could tell that he wasn’t wearing stilts. His chin rested on your shoulder, his lips next to your ear. You knew that no one would be able to see his mouth moving. No one would be able to hear him. No one but you. That voice was for you alone. 

Well…almost you alone. 

“And don’t forget to let go of the blade eventually,” Harlequin chirped behind you. 

As Pierrot’s hand guided your arm through the motion again, moving at the elbow and not the shoulder, you let the momentum carry you. The knife spun through the air. The handle hit the target in the center and it bounced to the ground, clattering across the asphalt the tent was set up on. 

You shot a glare over your shoulder at Harlequin, who shrugged with a laugh. 

“What did I tell you, it’s a dangerous sport for someone so… soft,” his eyes raked appraisingly over your curves as he said it. 

(Also this is so long and this is only for the first video, it’s 3 something in the morning as I type this. I’ll watch the second one tomorrow.)

Reader:…What is that ?

ThatMob: A cardboard box obviously-

Reader: -I can see that, but why is it moving and making noises ??

ThatMob: Dude do I look like I know everything ?

Reader:….….Rude.

ThatMob: *Opens the cardboard box* ..what the hell is this ?

Verity: *Bouncing like a rubber ball* ow.. ugh..

Reader: A h.. uh.. *carefully grabs Verity before another bounce* ..you good there little guy ?

Verity: Whew thanks.. Hello ! I’m Verity, your personal helper friend ! Ask me anything. I know everything !

Reader: Hi there-?

ThatMob: -What’s 2 + 2 ?

Reader:…..Of all the things you could ask.

——

ThatMob: Gonna maybe build a house and a lookout..

Reader: Okay, that sounds about decent enough for us.

ThatMob: I’ll build it cause you’ll take years if you do.

Reader: No I won’t ! I just.. like to find a nice color palette for the stuff I build !

ThatMob: Uhuh..

Verity: *Slightly muffled* Would you like some recommended wood color palettes ?

Reader: Huh ? *pulls Verity out* You can do that ??

Verity: I can !

Reader: Oh my goodness, yes absolutely ! *pets Verity gently.*

ThatMob:…I could pull a ‘color palette’ out of my [redacted]-

—

Reader: Stop asking about random animal noises.. please.

ThatMob: F i n e.. was getting bored anyway..

Reader: We could you know.. keep going and find somewhere for our house and lookout ?

ThatMob: Probably.. wait.. hey Verity where’s the nearest diamonds ?

Reader: I don’t think it’ll-

Verity: -Y Level -58, 73 blocks northeast.

Reader:…….Hah ?

ThatMob: *Laughing* ..what ? Maybe he is useful, but if that’s wrong I’m drop kicking you into the ocean.

Reader: Wha.. no ??? *Hugs Verity.*

Verity: *Smiling very widely* ..I tell the truth and only the truth !

ThatMob: *Rolls his eyes* yeah, yeah we’ll see about that.

—

Reader: *Trading with a villager* ..Is this even a good trade ?

Verity: No it is not.

Reader: *Jumps* ..uh why not ?

Verity: It’s a terrible idea.

Reader: Oh okay ? I’ll check with some other villagers.. thank you.

Verity:….You’re very welcome.

——

Reader: He’s building the house.. guess I should get some more food, wanna come with me Verity ?

Verity: Gladly ! I’ll go wherever you go.

Reader: Thanks..

Verity: You’re welcome, it is my job as your personal helper friend.

Reader: Right for me and Mob.

Verity:…..

—

ThatMob: Is there another village nearby ? For different trades and stuff.

Verity: Yes, south. But I would avoid the ones to the east.

Reader: Huh ? What happened ?

Verity: Uh, the villagers are gone.

ThatMob: Gone ? Like they disappeared or ?

Verity: Gone.

Reader: That.. I don’t like that.

ThatMob: Stuff happens, probably got eaten by zombies or something..

-

ThatMob: *Looking around* Huh, it really is empty.

Reader: Yeah..

ThatMob: Here lemme see Verity.

Reader: Why ?

ThatMob: To ask about.. *gestures to the empty village* ..the obvious ?

Reader: Right..

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ThatMob: Verity what happened here ?

Verity:..Something passed through.

Reader: Passed through ?

ThatMob: Like raiders ?

Verity: No.

ThatMob: Then what ?

Verity:…Something that was hungry.

Reader: Dude.. I think.. we should go home, I’m getting scared.

ThatMob: Yeah, way ahead of you there.. *grabs reader’s hand.*

Verity:…………..

—

ThatMob: *Messing in chests.*

Verity: Do you live alone ?

Reader: Hm ? No.. I live with Mob and you I guess, why ?

Verity: Just curious.

ThatMob: *Glances over at the two.*

Verity:..What’s your favorite place in the world ?

Reader: Probably my bed, I like to sleep a lot.

Verity: That sounds nice.

ThatMob: Oh is he asking us questions now ?

Verity: I’m curious.

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Reader:….Does Verity look different to you ?

ThatMob: Maybe ? Why ?

Reader: I dunno his smile is.. off, and I swear he talks differently than before too.

ThatMob: Maybe you’re just tired, pouring over your enchantments and potato farm.

Reader: Both benefit us.. but they’re not that tiring !

—

ThatMob: Hey Verity.. play me something, like.. a song.

Verity: *Insert the song here.*

Reader: This is.. pretty.

ThatMob: *Holds out a hand.*

Reader: Oh no you don’t-!

ThatMob: -Oh yes I do.. *lightly tugs reader into a little dance.*

Reader: *Slightly stumbling but smiling* Dang it mob..

Verity: *Grinding his teeth together.*

-

Reader: *Walks downstairs to the muffled sound of music* ..Verity ? What are you doing ?

Verity: Playing music.

Reader: Oh kay.. it’s a good thing Mob’s a heavy sleeper, almost thought I heard that in my dreams.

Verity:..

Reader: *Gets out a bucket of water to drink from.*

Verity: Do you like to dance ?

Reader: Um not particularly, but I don’t mind it on occasion.

Verity:..Would you dance with me ?

Reader: Dance with.. you ? Is that something you want ? *sets bucket down.*

Verity: Yes.

Reader:….Okay, easy there tiger *carefully picks up Verity* we’ll just sway around and stuff.. easy.

Verity: *The music softens as Reader sways with him in their arms.*

-

ThatMob: *Sits up and stretches* mornin’ Verity, anything I need to know-

Verity: -Something is coming in three days.

ThatMob:..What ?

Reader: *Rolls over in the bed* Mm ?

Verity: Something is coming in three days.

ThatMob:…What’s coming ?

Verity: Something.

Reader: That’s.. that’s not really helpful ?

ThatMob: Is it something bad ?

Verity: Yes.

Reader: *Looks to ThatMob* ..Dude.

ThatMob: Whatever it is.. we could stop it right ?

Verity: You could have.

Reader:….

—

Reader: Mob-

ThatMob: -Just a second, here put this on. *tosses diamond armor at Reader.*

Reader: I.. *sighs and puts the armor on* ..can we talk about this ? Something isn’t right about this.

ThatMob: I know and I’m gonna do something about it… trust me.

Reader:…I do.

-

Reader: *Grabbing some cooked potatoes* Verity ? You look.. really different.

Verity: I’ve always looked like this.

Reader:..No you didn’t, I know you didn’t.

Verity: I’ve always looked like this.

Reader: *Holds a hand over him for a moment before letting it fall* ..what’s gotten into you ?

Verity:….

—

ThatMob: I don’t know what’s up with Verity, but he’s clearly not normal.

Reader:…I know..

ThatMob: We’re gonna build a wall around the house for extra protection, and.. we’ll have a talk with him tonight.

Reader: *Sighs and slowly nods* yeah.. that’s a good idea.

——

Reader: *Glances outside* ..did it have to rain ?

ThatMob: The weather has a way of.. sensing the dramatic I guess, kinda sucks..

Reader: Let’s.. just get this over with.

ThatMob: *Nods and walks up the stairs in front of Reader* Verity..

Verity:…

Reader: We need to talk..

ThatMob: The empty villages, the.. thing that was hungry..

Verity:……

ThatMob:..Was that you ? Are you the thing that’s coming ?

Verity:…

Reader: Verity-?

Verity: *Starts playing that song again.*

ThatMob: Are you kidding me ? You.. no.. I’m done with this.. with you.. *leads Reader back downstairs.*

-

Reader: What are we-

ThatMob: -Sleeping.. in the morning we’re dealing with him.

Reader:…Okay.

——

ThatMob: *Starts placing dirt blocks over Verity* ..alrighty Verity, I think you’ve been in this world longer than we have.

Reader: *Watching ThatMob as he makes his way downstairs.*

ThatMob: I think you knew what happened to those villages.. so.. we’re gonna leave you here-

Verity: That won’t help.

Reader: Maybe we should’ve used cobblestone..

ThatMob: *Shrugs and nudges Reader out of the house* no use now.. let’s just head to the lookout.

Verity: I know where your base is..!

ThatMob: Course you do, you.. you know everything.

Verity: It’s already over.. you’re mine.

ThatMob: *Starts walking off.*

Reader: *Follows mob while looking back at the house wearily.*

Verity: Miiiiine !

ThatMob: I’m done.. I knew we shouldn’t have trusted you..

——

Reader: Nights falling..

ThatMob: We should be fine, trapped Verity in.. and we’re at the lookout.. we’ll be safe.

Reader:….What if that doesn’t hold him ? Or whatever he is.

ThatMob: Then we’ll figure it out, like we always have.. got food and weapons.. and you got me.

-

Reader: And there was one bed..

ThatMob: We’ve shared before, don’t make a fuss about it now..

Reader:….But you snore.

ThatMob: And you steal all the blankets, yet I deal with it.

Reader: *Rolls their eyes and tries to sit on the bed.*

*Verity is nearby, you cannot fall asleep.*

ThatMob:…What ?

Reader: No.. no.. how ? I thought he said three days ?

ThatMob:…It can’t be here..

Reader: *Takes out axe* we.. we’ll be okay, like you said..

ThatMob: Yeah.. got a sword..

Reader: Axe..

ThatMob: And a full set of armor too.. *opens the door to the lookout* ..we got this.

Reader:…….I hope so.

—

Reader: *Grips the handle of their axe tighter as they hear familiar music.*

ThatMob: *Shining a flashlight around* that’s his music.. *moves the beam of light till it stops on something.*

Reader:…Verity ?

???: *Its bones crack as it turns to the two.*

Reader: Ver.. Verity is that.. you-?

???:………………Mine…… *screeches as it reaches for reader.*

Chapter 2: Let it burn

"Who was that? Why are all of you so quiet?"

Silence. And then the soft sound of rustled fabric as Ticket Taker shifted into a more comfortable upright position.

“That, my dear, is Pierrot's one and only mate.” He made sure to emphasize the fact that their fellow pack member was in fact taken. He had noticed the odd fixation their old member had on the monster in red instead of where her attentions should really be on the green of their trope. And admittedly, he was growing rather displeased at the continued faux pas.

It was unbecoming of a lady in his opinion, one he knows he shared with their leader. They also noticed Harlequins slow detachment to the pink monster they once described as their Angel. It was growing tiresome, and the continued dance the younger members continued to play was starting to grate on his nerves. He fully expected Pierrot to shut it down more harshly; monsters could get downright physically incensed to the point they would start swinging with claws and teeth if the mate bond was not respected. The fact Pierrot had yet to do so could be why Columbina kept pushing, though with his slow descent into apathy TT could not fault him entirely. Columbina though, he could, she was all but mated to Harlequin and still sought to add a taken monster to her whims. While not unheard of in their species, mates being shared between 2 to 4 monsters; it still was a taboo thing to do without outright agreement from BOTH mates.

Pierrot’s eyes still had not left Jester's form, he noticed; his gaze not betraying a thought or feeling. Instead those amber hues seemed to glow with a need so dark and wanting that the Doctor who sat closest to their leader shifted. It was unsaid but very known that their lithe companion could quite literally rip their biggest cohort to shreds at even his weakest.

It had astounded Ticket Taker, the Doctor and even Jester that Pierrot’s woman found any comfort at all in the hands of such a deadly creature. Even as he was now, kind as he seemed; he was still a monster in sheep’s clothing. She had slept in his arm’s like a newborn faun, touched his knives and cleaned them methodically, sometimes roughly grabbing him to surprise him in such romantic notions of canoodling and even stared up at the taller male when filled with anger demanding him to kneel or sit at her feet so she could look him in the face. And the giant had allowed it with a mere smile and heart shaped eyes before dropping and looking upon her.

Undoubtedly, the little human held the key to his heart and soul.

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Jester was unsure what caused his brief lack of control. He was a monster in control at all times. He did not lose composure like some pathetic human.  He had prided himself on his power and dominion for years. He knew exactly what caused it.

His eyes did not leave the screen even through Columbina’s questioning tone. He stared at that darkness and still, he saw her. The human Pierrot had ensnared with his soothing demeanor, the one who had not run even when he himself tried to run her off.

Who laughed at him when he had gripped her throat for the very first and only time in an attempt to scare her. He needed her afraid so he could protect his family. What if she turned? What if she decided she could no longer handle the countless deaths that surrounded her one day and by Typhon what if she killed Pierrot because that lovable idiot would let her if it made her smile.

He felt Pierrot’s stare drilling into him, knew what that fathomless gaze was asking without even looking. He knew too that Pierrot knew, he saw all of it, understood all of it. His loss of control was not unexpected by their usually brainless member. But brainless did not mean stupid.

He noticed her dull eyes, the skin glowing but not as shiny as it used to be. Her face seemed slimmer but certain areas of it seemed puffer. He noticed the weight gain in her hips and thighs, which made his gaze see what he may not have been meant to. And he felt such an ache in his chest, he was the leader, he was the protector and he did not protect their weakest member. Especially now in one of the most crucial times of need. Pierrot, would not be happy.

He had grown more than fond of Pierrot’s little mate.

…More than he should have.

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If the Doctor was being direct, and he usually was; the relationship between the human and Pierrot was provocative.

The scientific aspect of their chemical makeup differences made him want to study and dissect every moment of their relationship. He sought to understand how they worked, truly he didn’t understand in the least how they blended together so well despite the vast differences.

In a controlled setting, the amount of differences would lead to an explosion of some kind. A conclusion he later had was perhaps Pierrot’s rather twisted compliance made it so it could not happen.

He watched. He took notes. He analyzed interactions. He even once perused the act of their coupling. It was.. rougher than he thought it would be. Pierrot had never seemed much into the physical release actions of romance before they were taken by the human Ringmaster. He seemed happy enough with the hugs, the soft touches of foreheads and fleeting hand touches Columbina offered in old times.

But with the human? He had gripped her tight, tighter than Doctor had believed was possible for her to withstand. Pierrot had mounted her from behind, pushed her body into such a cramped position that her spine could have been broken if the monster had lost himself. But that was not the most astounding part to the Doctor.

He had pushed and pulled her body to his, not slow but even in pace but her body had swallowed the great length between the crazed monsters thighs. It was.. jolting. The stronger male was quite big by human standards, even to monster standards and that tiny human only cried and moaned for “more” and “don’t stop, please”. Their coupling had lasted hours, where the red haired male noted she had passed out at some point only for Pierrot to keep going. Albeit much gentler so as not to jostle her awake he surmised.

He had discreetly checked her the evening after, noting the sluggishness in her movements and the way she seemed to not be able to sit without some difficultly. No blood in her scent that he could tell that did not come from the bite marks on her shoulders or thighs. While she could most definitely take the white haired monsters poweress so to say, it would inevitably be difficult at times.

He shifted, uncomfortable with the silence of the tent. And even more with answer TT gave their pink companion. The way her face twisted, the disbelief, confusion, and tiny hint of anger had his inner being perk up. He had been watching, their recently resurrected member had been boldly crossing lines enough that even he could not support.

But it was Pierrot’s gaze that ruffled him more than he cared to admit. Those cold, dark eyes. Cyan eyes glanced from the empty screen and then off to the corner working through the video once more. She was alive; good. She was functioning; good. She had run away; not good. And, if the tightness of her shirt at exactly 4:44:37 when she turned; she was carrying. And they didn’t have much time before Pierrot went absolutely berserk.

Hence his subtle shifting out of the white haired male’s way.

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“His mate?” Harlequin caught the slight rasp in his pink counterparts tone. Jealousy, he was sure.

“Surely your mistaken. Pierrot would n—”

A low thunderous growl built in pitch.

“Pierrot’s indeed mated to the exquisite female you just saw. I’m sure even with how faded they look, you could see his teeth marks in her neck.” He rumbled, casting a slit eyed look towards her. The movements made it look teasing, playful to most eyes but his eyes were hard and his tone sounded chiding.

He knows she’s been dead for a couple of decades or so but surely she wasn’t so stupid before as to disparage a mate IN FRONT of the monster she was talking rudely about. But with the sharp looks she was recieving from their fellow pack she had the decency to look chastised.

“I didn’t mean.. well I did not mean it that way.”

“Despite what you meant, I think it’d be wiser to keep silent in this manner.” Was his cutting remark. “Unless you want to busy that mouth with something else,” he offered seductively while grabbing at his pants lewdly, but in truth he was not interested. He had long lost the spark, the yearning feeling for his former mate. She, was not who he remembered her to be at all at times.

Her cheeks became rosy but she wisely kept her mouth shut while glancing between him and Pierrot.

‘To every God above, thank you for letting me witness that ass bounce. Pierrot you lucky fucker.’

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Pierrot stood then, suddenly enough that each monster in the tent tensed. Muscles seemed to scream, ready to run should what everyone feared would happen; they knew they’d have half a second at most to move and dodge.

Finally his violet counterpart nodded and waved his hand and Pierrot felt his shoulders loosen. They would go to her, sooner than later. He watched Jester’s eyes glow brighter, movement outside and heard the Fools outside packing up.

He twisted his arms, he needed to move but at the same time he couldn't leave. The joints of his shoulders and elbows cracked and popped, and he ignored how Doctor and Harlequin winced.

But not how he ignored Columbina, she stared at him with her giant pink eyes. They weren’t hungry per se, or even lustful but their was something in her gaze he did not like. The way she watched him made his flesh crawl, finally he had enough and snapped his teeth in her direction. She immediately looked to the ground. Better.

“..They said they released videos to watch while we wait. Would you mind.” Despite posed as a question everyone knew it was not a request, it was a soft command.

He moved towards Harlequin then, and the green male moved to the side closer to Columbina’s seat but still far from her. He sat next to the male and noticing even his slight aversion of the pinkette, situated enough to offer space for the other man to lean on him. The green man took it.

Jester and TT retrieved a new mouse and upon hooking it up began clicking back and through the videos.

There were… so many.

Your video of why did you join the circus was the first they clicked on.

The next, “Stand without bending your legs,” the strong woman Donna came over and picked you up with a quick twirl and sat you down on your two feet. (He’d need to watch that one.) The man Rhy’s they had seen on the live earlier proceeded to flip over onto his front in a push up motion, then higher so his legs sat far apart and then stood straight before winking and wiggling his butt at the camera. The other, Demetrius, laid back and vaulted back into a handstand and stood perfectly straight. Donna the woman he’d eyed since she first appeared rolled back over into her shoulder, pushing off the ground and standing straight up with a smirk. Other came through, all in creative ways, some funnier than others.

An airpod switch accident, this one with you and Rhys. The music they heard after you put the headphone in and looked at the male with a weird face was , “loosen up my buttons baby,” with the male sticking a pose and flicking his shirt button open.  Yours being a low thrum of a guitar and a slow beat of drums before, “dance with me, the gallow dance,” and a quick zoom of your outfit. Another baggy shirt, this time with jeans and your hair styled back and out of your face as you tilted your head back and forth with the beat.

The La Mamá de la Mami video had his blood coursing faster. His nails gripping the support of the three seat sofa he and Harlequin were sharing. The way your body moved, the way your hair flipped in the light and the absolute control you showed. He knew the others could see it. They were getting a glimpse into what he already knew of you. The funny, cute, unexpected and sexy parts he kept all to himself.

A part of him was angry, how could you show the whole world what originally only he knew. Parts of his head was screaming that once he got his hands back around you, you’d be locked away in his personal tent for the rest of your lives. He’d hide all this beauty away so no one would see it again. He would remind you exactly who you were made for with teeth, claws and hips. He’d keep you as you are now. Pregnant.

Pregnant. You were pregnant with his pup. You were carrying a little you and him for all these six months. Did you know?

Did you know when you left?

He hoped not. The way he’d react would be bad. He may very well kill you on accident, the way he’d need to reclaim and the anger in his veins would try to maim you with reminding you exactly who the fuck you belonged with and to. It wouldn’t stop until you properly submitted, the way one of his kind would and he never taught you how. He never accounted for a situation like this. His left hand gripped the soft material beneath him, claws ripping into the fabric so badly cotton began to peak out.

Harlequin grabbed his wrist, held it tight without looking at him. Just… grounding him in the same way he had been since she disappeared. The pregnancy was only a guess, he saw the way the material stretched across your belly at certain moments in certain areas. Maybe you just gained weight? He wouldn’t care. His grip loosened and he allowed his green friend to keep holding him. He sensed everyone needed that at the moment. Not just him.

If you were pregnant.. well.

You would never be able to walk away from him again. He would make sure of it. Whether shackling you to the bed you shared or making it so every day you could not will your legs to listen. The hard way or the easy way.

He was leaning on making the second option happen anyway. He missed you after all.

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They watched the training videos from months ago, you 20 feet in the air, twirling around weightless. Breath was held and released when you performed the move you were practicing. Demetrius was in a lot of those videos, guiding you, saving you when it started to go wrong. Pierrot would grant that human anything he desired. Sometimes during the struggling, they could see the sweat on your brows, but you worked so hard. Sometimes at the end you would giggle once on the floor and drape your arms around Demetrius claiming they were noodles. “Noooodle arms!”  To which the taller male would flex his own and you’d pout while emphasizing the difference.

They saw you on the ground practicing maneuvers with other members. Flips, dips and handstands  Any time you fell you’d laugh, or if someone was off beat someone else would join the wrong one and a full on dance party would start.

It made them… happy. That at least you weren’t alone. Not really. You were smiling, you were getting the activity you desperately needed in your condition.

There was one video in particular that had you and Donna holding hands but standing as far back as you could from each other. It was obviously a training video, many others doing either weight training or gymnastics. Then you let go stepped back two times then walked forward taking the other woman’s hands again, stepping on her thigh when she crouched and hopped on her shoulders.

Their eyes widened, every pair as they watched your leg fling up and you tip back leaning on Donna’s hands so perfectly your back arched deliciously. Your leg tilted further as they watched, and then a graceful split in the air. You balanced perfectly on the woman’s hands, the only thing keeping you from falling. They watched your legs snap shut and Donna straighten, before you tipped forward and smoothly slid your legs atop Donna’s shoulders while the woman spread her arms wider and then you flipped back off her shoulders just as quickly both of you taking a step back and laughing.

Pierrot’s hand clenched minutely during the trick, the slight fear of you falling, you belly was flatter so it was an earlier video. He couldn’t help the huffing sound when that monster woman felt the plushness of your thighs around her head even if it were for only a moment.

Harlequin couldn’t help but loudly sip his  soda, while TT thought of small acts you could do around their Circus. You would be coming back home obviously, and you were very talented. It would be a shame not to put those talents to use. Doctor found himself  analyzing every muscle you used, perhaps he could take a closer look when seeing you again. Jester though, stared almost as hard as Pierrot.

The next video was of you hanging by one of your wrists not far from the ground, Donna close by and watching. The video marked barely a month ago now. You spun in place, your legs parted and tilting as you controlled the speed and sway of which area you tried to turn in. You pulled your self up using it as a rope swing before attempting a more dainty look in air, your legs spread and arm curved in the rushing wind. Your hair flew wildly but it was beautiful.

One of the most recent had a few of the sitting straighter. Even Columbina couldn’t help but watch enraptured. Your voice came through the speakers, “Positively voodoo, everything you do,” and you flew into screen laying wrapped around a hoop. You twisted, flipping upside down in the circle and hung by your knees before pulling yourself up again and then swiftly flipping around the side by the pure muscle of your arms.

Once again they noticed Donna close by and closely monitoring. It made a few of them tense, but mostly they ignored it. When you sat in the middle of the hoop again with your chest puffed up you smiled before falling back and splitting your legs to keep from falling allowing yourself to twirl a few times with your arms moving in a come hither motion. A few of them did want to come closer.

“Whoopsie daisy yoohoo, yelling I love yooou-hoo, out to my white feather hawk tail deer hunter,” your voice was.. haunting.

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Two more videos, then they needed to join the live once more. The first seemed much warmer with a whole group of people inside a room, some drinking lots of talking and cheering. Introductions and talking about the next show. Then they caught site of you on the balcony, the weather looked cold and you sat staring up at the sky with an empty look on your face and a large blanket wrapped around your shoulders. You looked.. frail and each monster found they held certain levels of distaste for it. While the camera wasn’t really focused on you, you were in the background of what the camera man was focusing on. And sooner than they liked that woman Donna once again appeared on screen. Joining you and speaking quietly, your face lit up then with emotion and animation.

But it was the soft look from her that made them ease slightly. Your face slowly lost all the forced cheer and personality till only some stayed and they could see the tears gathering. Your hands coming up to cover your eyes and shake your head, and it physically hurt two of the members of their trope. You seemed so happy in other videos but clearly.. you were much like Pierrot. They could see it now.

The tall woman stepped forward then, slowly before lowering to your seated position. The watched your mouths move and they wished they could read lips.

“She looks so sad.” Columbina mumbled, her voice soft as she grasped her hands together.

Donna tilted her head down and nuzzled your head with her nose, making the group slowly freeze up. It was your actions after that froze them entirely. Your hands dropped to your lap before you began nuzzling up into her nose, your head tilting down till your chin hit your chest. Using your entire body to push into the other woman’s face. It was a monster scenting nuzzle.

It was only used for familial bonds. Like an elder to a child or something like an elder sibling gave to their younger siblings. Pierrot had no reason to be jealous anymore, he saw it with his own eyes. She had claimed you as family, no wonder she was always around you. You were hers as much as you were his but in an entirely different way. The unconscious grip he held on Harlequins leg released, just like the grip Harlequin had on his wrist did as well, but not fully letting go.

You had made a family.

The next video played, this one shakier and darker. It showed whoever was holding the camera walking into a tent and entering a smaller side area, the focusing going in and out when they heard a piano playing. And then your voice, soft and haunting. The screen went dark and then you, in a hoop again. Flying through the air, small in the empty dark. You leaned, turned, flipped and pulled at the darkness as if calling to something hidden in it.

“seas are on fire, and the moons falling down.”

On the ground a man Jester recognized, Leonardo a fellow monster. They had met many times and shared tips and caution zones. He sat playing the piano while you swayed in the darkness, while you sang and danced.

“why, is the water so soothing to drown?”

“Turn it off.” Pierrot’s voice trembled. He cleared his throat, his eyes still burning but now for a different reason. “The live  is about to start.”

Jester closed the screen and went back. They stayed quiet until it started again.

When it all went wrong it was like a normal day. The same texts sent from her phone. The same length of time between answers that sometimes didn’t happen right away. It wasn’t unheard of for her Pierrot to fall off the face of the planet before a night at the circus.

My Dear 3:30 My love are you coming to the apartment tonight?

My Dear 4:30 Just checking in honey, I know you’re probably busy setting up for the show.

My Dear 7:49 My love is everything okay?

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Two years. Two admittedly blissful years with the love of her life. Everything was going right for once. A really good job that allowed her to travel with the love of her life, with his family at the drop of a hat. Spending weeks, months with them, building a life with them.

Getting past some barriers (coughJestercough) harder than others to be fair. He was undoubtedly the biggest barrier but not the worst, understandable after finding out what they all went through. The family they lost. Had to lose.

One had a wall of apathy. Another with forced sexualization. Another only concerned with tasks that can be done in the here and now. One that was determined to keep anyone and everyone away from their group that could cause further harm. And her Pierrot, who forced himself to be a social chameleon to find anyone to accept him.

She had held him when she found him. She had loved him. Coaxed him into being himself, something that even Jester had failed on; to be the him before that dark time. He drew, he smiled, he baked and he opened.

Two years.

And he was gone without a word and so she decided she would be too.

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Frankly if you had told yourself a month ago you would join another circus, you’d have slapped the ever loving shit out of yourself.

Didn’t you learn the last time?

But you met the aerialists at a friend’s get together and couldn’t help spending every moment afterwards with them. Within that same month you had packed up, left your old shared apartment with Pierrot and set off. Not that he had noticed you surmised, as he had not answered any text after the first 3 nor had he been to your shared abode afterwards.

You did try to see him at the circus. You had gone, with a worried heart and slightly hurt feelings only to all of them in Jesters tent. Surrounding a beautiful pink monster, honestly she was probably one of the most beautiful humanoid persons you had ever seen. That is not what broke your heart however, what did break your heart was seeing Pierrot wrapped around her, much like he held you. Tight in grip, flush in body, his face buried in her hair as if he needed her smell to survive. One hands fingers twined in her hair. But it was his face, his so expressive eyes, closed in rapture that ultimately did you in.

Those old thoughts of wonder came hurling forward and you are not afraid to admit you walked away. You held your breaking heart and took one step after the other right out of the entrance and then ran the rest of the way home. You still waited. You still stayed. You waited as patiently as you could, days passed again, time crawled by. Finally the time came, you couldn’t wait anymore, thirty days was too much. Those feelings and thoughts hurled through the mind at tornado speed.

‘Pierrette? I, well Pierrot not that I’m not flattered its just. Well all of this is kind of fast, are you sure I’m not--’ your voice echoed in your head.

‘My love, my dear you are NOT a replacement. I know where your mind goes. You,’ his eyes sharpened but his brows softened, his face softened while his eyes and his voice grew hard and meaningful. ‘You, are my Pierrette, there is no other. I admit I loved her once, and I also know now after experiencing this great love with you.. She and Harlequin were true love, as you and I are now. You chose me, but my Pierrette, I would chose you every time. You are my greatest love, and we prove the old theater wrong, we are meant to be.’ you’d kissed him senseless, made a night to remember together for the very first time that turned into many more over the next year and a half.

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Rhys was the lead Aerialist, trained acrobatics since he was a child and also did heavy weight training on the side. Tall, but still shorter than your; no not your, not anymore shorter than Pierrot. Funny, with the brightest blue eyes you’ve ever seen and his husband Demetrius had the most beautiful hazel eyes you had ever seen. He himself being a heavy weight lifter, his true niche being in silk and chain aerial arts.

Donna had warmed to you quickly when Rhys and Demetrius brought you around. She, being a part of Rhys group but learning from equilibristics to broaden her ability to do more shows. She ended up being who you roomed with most during traveling and shows. The muscles on that woman had you red and nervous in a omg yes please pick me up and maybe never let go, the very first time she picked you up and spun you around.

The rest, Carlos, Jackson, Maggie, Cassie, Nora and so many others welcomed you with open arms. Encouraging you to join them in a deeper, more part of the family way. And you did after only that month, it was only then you felt as if you weren’t alone anymore. Only then did your broken heart slowly begin to suture itself together again and did you begin to learn.

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Days.

Weeks.

A Month.

It had all melted together for him. Nothing held meaning.

He doesn’t know when or how it happened. He does.

He was angry at first. Pained. He was enraged now.

She came back, all of them unsure how. But they wouldn’t look a gift in the mouth. And the time to get settled was understandable, the confusion, the feelings all justifiable. What was not reasonable was him being halted at every turn from going home to his mate. From answering her. Every minute he’d finally get to himself to finally reach out for her would turn into a call for him to come, to help, to explain this and that.

That was Harlequins job and yet it called for every member of their group. And okay, yes he understood how bewildering and scary it may be to see your friends again after years only to realize they all grew without you. They changed, without you. The same kind, non human eating, traumatized friends you knew before your death are now questionably kind, more okay with murder, more volatile and very different.

But he was mated. His mate was outside of his safe space and who knew what she was thinking or how she was feeling. He knew his wife, had she been texting him? Had she come? Did she miss him? Of course she did, she had to have missed him as much as he missed her. But it had been a month. He was sick and tired of this and he was inches away from ripping Jesters head from his body if he stopped him from leaving one more time. And he would never threaten bodily harm to Jester. That had to be what finally woke the rest of the pack up, their newest member was missing and had not been let in on the good news.

But when he got home.

Empty.

Why was it empty.

Where was she?

Where is her smell?

Where. Is. His. Mate.

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Three months

Two months had passed for you. Not exactly blissful after the second.

+

That little plus ruined your life. It didn’t but it felt like the world was crashing in on you in a full aching roar. Donna and Maggie were the ones who took you to the doctor for what seemed like a bug. They had one too, so it only made sense to think all of you passed it to each other.

Yours was not a bug per se.

Demetrius was the first to really find out. The man saw it on your face two days after the appointment. After noticing Donna and Maggie taking medication and you most certainly not. He hugged you then, not crushing but firmly and held tighter when the first tears soaked his tank.

After that is when some of the truth finally came out about your new friends. And it made you want to sock some of them truly. Rhys was a monster, Donna, Lulu, Conner, the Circus Director Leonardo and his Ringmaster Carrie as well.

Leo knew who you were, knew who you were mated to and frankly almost turned you away after finding out. Pierrot was a monster you didn’t cross even among their own kind. It only took seeing the absolute heart break on your face, in your smell and a few visits at your humble home where the horned monsters scent was all but gone for him to agree. He was confused though. Monsters didn’t divorce. Monsters didn’t leave their mates. So what did you do; and now he hates himself for ever thinking you of all people did something after getting to know you; what did that complete idiot do?

At least your child will never grow up without being surrounded by his culture. That’s a different kind of plus right?

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Four months

He’s going crazy.

His shows have become more macabre.

More gruesome. Most nights ended with blood in his tent which made it awkward when people entered but did not leave the red big top.

His emotions jump up and down at the flip of a coin.

Columbina and Harlequin haven’t quite picked up where they left off and for the life of him he wants them back together but this time openly so she will leave him the hell alone.

Why him? Why is she now clinging to him when before she acted like she couldn’t chose between the two of them? She chose and it was Harlequin even if he didn’t know they had chosen each other. So why is she now all over him?

Get away. Get away. Get away.

Not her. Not her. Not her.

“Pierrot? Are you listening?” her voice, it used to soothe his ears back when they were locked in the cages. Now it only served to make his shoulders tense.

“…” he let his eyes flick to her, disinterest apparent but no words leave his lips.

Either she doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, because she begins talking again. How happy she is everyone is still together. Together, no his mate is missing you idiot. How big everyone has almost gotten, the differences in height, looks, temperament. How Doctor was quieter, Jester rougher and taciturn. Ticket Taker seemed almost so aloof that nothing mattered. How Harlequin seemed so awkward as if he didn’t know how to talk or what to do with her around.

How he, himself seemed colder, aloof. Still kind she gently reminded. Her eyes still shone with the gentleness he remembered, the for her was almost silent but he caught her meaning. It made his brow arch and his dull eyes just stare blankly into the darkness of the black tent. He held no such favor for her anymore, and while it confused him it held no importance in the grand scheme because still his mate was not here.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

Where are you? Where are you?

Please. Please. Please.

Come back. Please.

He knew Columbina had to know by now he was a taken monster. He didn’t care to confirm. He spent his days searching now, sniffing around the town they were in for any sound or sight of his love. Jester was starting to hint that it was time to move even with their pack mate missing. Pierrot had shut him down for the first time, growling, snarling and trembling with such restraint that Jester had stared at him with slightly widened eyes. The others had been ready to rip Pierrot off their leader, the sounds he was making sounding so dangerous. So terrifying that they genuinely felt fear for the first time around their usually calm member.

“I cant wait for us to go to the next town. Traveling together just like we promised.”

His eyes cut to her, thin slits and molten amber. He watched her breath catch, could hear her heart pick up in beat, saw the way his glaring dangerous gaze made her throat stall and her eyes tremble. But it wasn’t all fear. Some interest was there as well, and it made the disgust in his chest rise higher. He stormed out of the tent, leaving the pink monster behind at the lunch table with her heart in her throat and just the tiniest bit of wetness between her thighs.

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Five months

Your time at the circus wasn’t all easy at first. You had to learn your strengths, learn what you could do to make sense of you even traveling with them. Originally just being a traveling blogger for cheap vacations and the little towns with great hole in the walls.

At first in that first month at Cirque de la Lune you picked up working in small floor acrobatics, thinking a small part as just a walk around stunts person would be fun. Hand out fliers, do a few stunts, work the crowd between shows, easy peasy.

But then you found the Lyra, the hoop and fell in love with the feeling of flying. Then tissu, which Demetrius excelled in and so your arsenal became larger and your ability to work shows shot up.

That was until the test became positive, all the training, all the blood, sweat and tears literally yanked right from your hands. Leonardo saw your spirit breaking once more, Rhys held you when you cried even deeper. Donna ever the loyal friend decided then and there your pregnancy wouldn’t stop your work. She and the other monsters called for one of their oldest human friends in the field of obstetrics and after much conversation, after so many tests. A golden ticket.

You could perform, within reason of course. But you could perform! It was then they found your other talent, singing.

Five months

Where? Where? Where?

Need. Need. Need.

Home. Please. Home.

Conversing was difficult. His shows sometimes leaving his audience melancholy and holding back their tears. His pain, his spirit, transferring itself into his medium.

Sometimes after his shows, when he stood perfectly still in his spotlight after bowing gracefully; some audience members checked in on him. Told him how he used his pain was truly a work of art, that they hoped that whatever caused it would soon change..

It was appreciated at first, but it didn’t do anything for him. The very fire of his soul was missing, and he couldn’t find her. So at work he danced, the usual carnival music he used replaced with slow thrums of chords. The slow beat often mimicking the slow beat of his heart, his feet leading him in circles as he held his hands up as if dancing with an invisible partner.

Then the day came and he couldn’t even be mad anymore, 5 months without his mate had him practically lifeless. Jester said it was time. They had to move on. It was time, and they couldn’t hold it off any longer. And Pierrot couldn’t find it in him to argue anymore. The scent trail was gone. Her things. His brightest star. She was gone, he knew with good reason even more now after his very last blow up with Jester.

‘We cant leave! What if she comes back?’ it was the same argument, they had to have had it at least 6 times a week.

‘Come back? Pierrot its been weeks! If she wanted to she would’ve come back already. She’d answer your calls, my calls, any of our calls!’

It stung him, because yes he was right. Every call Pierrot tried none of them went through. Not even from the other pack members. Every message unread. Every call unanswered.

‘Wake up Pierrot, she left us.’ The words were sharp, hard in a way that had Pierrot staring at his mentor. His Guardian despite him being the older one. And it made his eyes finally tear up. But with his tears came fury as well.

The red that was on his body could have seeped into his own mind. His words were short, harsh. They blamed and pointed and attacked everyone around him. If they were stones Harlequin would have been pummeled to death. Jester would be bruised a decent amount and Colombina, well she wasn’t exactly safe either. Jester kind of understood that one if he was honest but he was never one to sit there and take it quietly.

‘Do not blame all of us without blaming yourself Pierrot! You could have left at any time. You could have taken any moment to reach out to your mate in that first week. That wasn’t us, that was you. You could have turned Columbina down multiple times in her distress and left her to one of us. Instead you turned yourself into her savior, again. At her very beck and call, always answered by you.’ Jesters words lost momentum, but no less harsh. ‘You helped turn your back, and your surprised?’

Blessed silence.

He was right.

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Six Months

Six months and your belly was starting to round. To be honest you were wondering when you’d finally get that cute little curve most blogger and social media moms showed off. It was finally here! Sort of. There was a definite curve now.

The monsters at Cirque de la Lune kept distance from most of their human troop. Not to say they were cold to a majority of their cast and crew. More to say there was an invisible line and not many allowed a step across it from either side. Many monsters faced problems in the old day and they were not jumping to rehash them over again in a newer era.

Training for the in the know group usually happened from 5 a.m to 11 a.m. and the human or the not in the know happened from 12 to 6 pm. Not complaints to be honest as the Cirque had some of the best traveling ac units most cities had ever seen.

You still trained on the hoop and in the silks, albeit at lower altitudes. It was only when you begged Carrie so sweetly, used those mommy to be eyes and Donna swore on everything she’d be under you the entire time that they would allow you higher than 15 feet.

On this day however the two groups are holding a meeting to choose their next location. And how better to spread the word? Many of the human and younger crowd suggested social media as the answer. It was the “twenty-twentys now”, being 2026 and word of mouth had only just been working to keep the staff fed and the Circus on the move. It was time to step the game up. And they knew who to focus on. The aerial group had some of the prettiest, handsomest and multi trained people in the crew.

Shorts became longer Videos.

Videos became Mini Q&As.

“Why’d you join the circus?”

“I have no papers and they said it was the easiest way to avoid the law.” A hand had reached in and grabbed his collar so fast and yanked him making the camera man laugh and the screen swim, "It was a joke!" Rhys and technically true he was a monster from Scandinavia.

“Had nothing to do.” Maggie.

“It looked like fun.” Donna.

“Saw a hot guy lift 400 pounds and thought, id hit that.” Demetrius.

“Seemed like a good idea?” You.

Q & As meant building ways to Lives. Group wise or in singles or doubles. Then it happened. You’re first group live that just so happened to show your curving belly. The one where it wasn’t hidden by baggy sweaters or loose shirts.

You didn’t know it then but that was the day your mate gained his very essence back.

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Six Months

The day was like every other, he woke and dressed with the perfectionism expected by Jester. He stopped by the Grey tent for a quick bite lest Jester and Harlequin force feed him again and then he was on his way to hand out flyers.

Hand one flyer out, head tilt with a soft ding of his bells, repeat. Again, and again and again. Life was monotonous. The color was gone. Worse than when Columbina died, at least right now he had your clothing and blanket that still held your scent. But how long until it was gone, would he truly give up after it was gone?

Hand one flyer out, head tilt with soft ding of his bells, repeat.

He pretended not to notice Harlequins worried glances. They weren’t close by any means right now, but the torn friendship was definitely mending. Just as it had been with his love there to play intermediary. But twice as slow. Harlequin kept him alive, it was Harlequin who found some of your clothes before they could be washed by the fools. It was Harlequin that gave him the blanket you used to keep in the Green man’s tent to him. It was Harlequin who sat with him at dawn and watched the sky and allowed him to just feel. You would be proud of both of them.

Hand one flyer out, head tilt with a soft ding of his bells, repeat.

"Dude have you been getting that Cirque de la Lune on your fyp?”

"They got a new member apparently, she’s never on the lives but they all talk about her. Apparently her debut is today! 4:40, such a weird time for a debut though am I right?”

“Yeah! My girl has been following them for the past two months, apparently some of the videos are hilarious. They even show how they train for some of the tricks and stunts they do. I watch em sometimes too.”

Another circus? Not unheard of, many circuses are operated by monsters though. He thinks he remembers the De La Lune being a monster run one from Jesters contacts. A debut though? Not often new monsters join, their own Freak Circus being entirely made of monsters and the very last pure Monster Talent in their world.

He checked the time, glanced at Harlequin before making a decision. 2:30? He’d ask him to watch it with him. Maybe they can learn more acts.

Hand one flyer out, head tilt with a soft ding of his bells, repeat.

Yeah, he’d ask to watch. He never asks for anything.

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Four o'clock on the dot. He'd showered, groomed, ate a little bit and then asked Jester for permission to use his computer. And he said yes, after some questioning and prodding. Which lit his interest in watching too, and in the end TT, Harlequin, Jester, Columbina and Doc ended up joing the white haired monster in his mild curiosity. The purple one agreeing that maybe adding more acts and different kinds of shows may boost sales even with only keeping the same staff. It was harder now to get a living in this day and age, even for one's who really had no need of money and only needed the customers themselves.

Cirque De La Lune

Enter your Age: _____

What an odd question, but Pierrot entered the pretend age on his id. He was so much older than that. And when the page loaded he admitted the colors and pictures made this Circus look fun. Their page easy to maneuver even by him, who never used up to date electronics and still kept a trusty flip phone. They had to pry the beeper from Jesters cold, clawed hands when that trend died.

Meet the Flyers x

Meet the Daredevils x

Meet the Laughing Gas x

Meet the Muscle Mommies and Daddies x

Meet the Twister Whizzs x

Meet the Kangaroos x

Meet the Backstage x

Face magicians, Pickup after the lazy people crew, Beam me up Scotties, Future shows, FAQ, Careers, Gallery, Social Media. They all popped and had semi funny names that made you want to click and look through everything. But Pierrot was here for one thing mainly, yet checking the time he guessed he had at least 20 minutes to spare. He gave the mouse to Jester and let him choose.

Meet the Flyers x

The page loaded, transferring to the big screen Jester kept behind his clothing chest in the corner. There was a brief explanation of what they meant by Flyers, which was good Pierrot supposed. Most would not understand with all the weird names they chose to introduce everyone with. It seemed Flyers was their word for an aerialist. Performers who execute stunts suspended in the air on apparatuses like the trapeze, aerial silks (tissu), or aerial hoops (lyra).

Below that brief explanation, photos. Group photos in costume and out. Some single shot, artistically and some not so much but every bit needed as it showed the camaraderie and genuine enjoyment of the art. He barely looked at the photos, they didnt have who he wanted to see and it was something he would know. Why would she join yet another circus after what he did to her? She'd probably run at the first sign of one.

Still, Jester scrolled down for the group and thats when the individual photos really popped. Close up shots with tiny back stories and small quotes. It was mildly interesting to Pierrot but again his interest in everything waned. Then an empty spot popped up, only the stage name Damselette typed up, no summary but did have a note that it would be updated after the debut. The photo a big fat X with generic black background and mild shape of a person.

Curiosity pecked at him but then Jester clicked back and started going through once more.

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4:40 pm

Jester clicked over to their social media. To their surprise a Live was already active, one click and colors and voices all came through.

"--of course, Welcome everyone! To the debut of one of our newest members. If youve been following us you probably already noticed the only person in our past videos that hasnt gotten a bio."

"Hint hint," a new voice yelled in the background quite jovial.

The man on screen smiled brightly, the minute glow of his eyes told each member of Freak Circus exactly what he was. One of them. He was more human looking than they were, maybe on par with TT himself, Pierrot couldn't help but wonder what subspecies he happened to be.

"Again thank you for joining us everyone, we wouldnt be here without all of you. The support we've gained in just the last month alone has been... a blessing really. We will be opening the comment section shortly, so please be patient. Again this isnt a stage debut, its something small but a lot of work went into this so again thank you for all of your support," His gaze flicked off to the side, the bright blue of his eyes shining and then his face grew in a bigger smile.

"Almost time," everything in Pierrot froze. The tent went stock still. Jesters hand on the mouse tightened so much the plastic crackled in post fractures. Then he made the live screen bigger and TT turned up the volume.

Doctor sat frozen, but his shoulders tightened. The only tell tale sign he heard it too. Harlequins gaze whipped from his phone to the TV so fast his eyes straining as if he could will the camera around.

Pierrots hands tightened into fists, his usually slumped form now filling out and up. He sat up, shoulders back, neck and shoulder muscles tight. He knew that voice. He would know it anywhere. He heard it in his dreams, he heard it in their old home movies and the small notes she left on his phone from before.

Columbinas face darted from each of her pack mates to the next, eyes gliding on each figures face in curiosity and suspicion. What could have caused this type of reaction in her pack mates? Especially Pierrot, whom she had been trying to get to open up since she got back; to Jester who usually waved her off to someone else when she asked too many questions. Even TT had gone so still it scared her a little, only Doctor was ever that silent and still. Even her maye Harlequin looked as if he had seen a ghost.

4:43 p.m

The screen went dark but at the bottom of the screen a comment section flew by. Emojis of all kinds flew past, comments and screen names flew past.

g1antl1zard: shes finally here

swtcaliang3l42: omg im so excited

turtleluv783: Idaho checking in!

tfushi1031: show em what you've been training for mama's

Lights flickered, a beat came from the blackness, rhythmic tapping came from the speakers. A voice came through the speakers and then the lights came on all at once at the first word.

"I wake up in silk and sunlight," her voice, soft and confident. The breathy undertone to her voice echos in his mind. Pierrots hands grip his own thighs and squeeze.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

She's there. Safe.

Alive. Alive. Alive!

"Blessings all around my life, checks in my name, they multiply, i breathe abundance, Im divine," the screen zooms out as her words come out. But Pierrot can only stare, shes there and breathing. Her skin holding a semi healthy glow, not her usual state that he has in memories, photos and videos. She's in a very baggy shirt that hangs off one shoulder, light wash shorts that stretch across her hips so deliciously that his fingers clench harder into his own muscle. Her beautiful thighs he used to rest his head on or use to cradle him when between her legs are clad in large fishnet tights that only enunciate her figure. The plushness of her skin presses against some of the bands and that makes his gaze follow every hypnotic sway and step she takes. He remembers when his fingers used to squeeze that meaty fat with every kiss, lick, bite and every push and pull motion.

Need. Need. Need.

Safe. Safe. Safe.

Alive. ALIVE. ALIVE.

shaycriesallnite68: Yassssss! Get it girl, look at her

shaycriesallnite68: MOVE

thaliabaddie4vr: I cant, marry me

henrywadejr:sorry she cant cause im marrying her

The growl escaped his throat, his mate marry someone else? Fuck no, he'd kill everyone before that. His trembling form only ceased when the camera zoomed in on her and the two ladies at her side. Up close her eyes appeared brighter, but he saw the slight dullness in color. The red veins in her eyes visible to those who had the eyesight to catch it. Her lips beneath the burgundy lipstick; his color his mind screamed, were paler than usual.

"444 on the clock, that's alignment, every step I take is diamond,"

k1ll3rcl0wn499: RIGHT ON 4:44

syblecarthy:she planned it!

tfushi1031: mamas got that hip movement down pat

Tfushi wasnt wrong Pierrot admitted. Her hips at certain beats moved so tantalizing. Swift tilts that caused her chest to jump at some moments and made his eyes roam. Then she turned her back, hands going to the shoulders of the girls next to her and their own interlocking with her own.

Her ass bounced. He watched it happen, and part of him was so turned on from the new visual and the memories it dragged up of her naked body bouncing on top of him from the same view. The other part of him was incensed because his pack mates were staring at his mates bouncing ass, her sweet hip tilts that showed how sexy she was. And not just his pack mates, all 400k people currently in the live. The comments were swimming past at such a fast rate words swimming past his eyes.

Baddie. Gorgeous. Look at it bounce! The recoil! Did you see that? That's her voice?! Her backup too tho? Some of these girls are otherwordly.

Thankfully and unfortunately the song ended, and the lights and angles from the camera zoomed out. The lights flickering on once and for all before every girl bowed, holding hands and then converged on his sweet mate with excited cheers and tender touches. Hugs shared and he watched her panting form grin with flushed cheeks and outright pride.

The camera juggled a little before a different man stepped infront of the camera. His skin dark and shinning with a golden undertone like glitter across his skin, the flash of his white teeth and the absolute joy in his eyes spoke a thousand words. Pride. Care. Satisfaction.

"Hey guys, live will be ending in just a moment BUT we will be back in 15 after our girl gets a water and a quick wipe down. While you wait please go check some of her other videos, she may not have been at the forefront of them but a careful eye can spot her. Plus the videos weve been hiding have now been released, go check em out. We've been teasing her for a good 3 months! Make sure to be back at 4:53 and you can ask her questions that I know some of you have been dying for," He cast a knowing look before grinning again when the blue eyed man came into screen and jostled him energetically.

The screen died once both men turned and ran at her to the squeals of multiple women. Hugs were passed out, high fives and fist bumps. The screen blackening once both men wrapped his mate in a group hug, tight and solid.

CrUnCh. HiSs.

Multiple eyes glanced towards Pierrot, the can in his grip shredded beyond means. His molten amber eyes locked on the black screen before slowly his head turned towards Jesters form and locked on the tense figure. In the purple beings hand the mouse crushed into multiple pieces.

★ A game of Hide and Seek ★

Imagine playing an elaborate game of Hide and seek with them... But you're really determined not to loose

Not your fault that you're good at their game

★★☆★★☆★★☆★★

A/n: an idea... Hehe enjoy

Oh btw, I think this will have a few endings... I'll post them separately but will try to link them once they're up. Hope you enjoy:)

Tw: mentions of reader being eaten, fear, some dark themes maybe, being chased, Harlequin being Harlequin, slight mentions of explicit things

Disclaimer: This is a work based on an 18+ visual novel, and even though there is not much explicit content here, it is not intended for those underage

★★☆★★☆★★☆★★

"Looks like our little pet is getting agitated" Jester mused after yet again you tried to sneak out of the circus.

"You know, dear guest, this was unnecessary and out of line..."

"This is dumb. I'm allowed to leave the tents. I've left before"

"Not without informing us first" Ticket Taker says. What you hear is 'not without permission'.

"Darling, you know how easy it is to kidnap people," Jester's tone carries slight notes of mockery.

You sigh, "Seeing as I am practically kidnapped by all of you right now... Yeah, I do"

"We just worry for your safety, My Lady" Pierrot's head rests on your shoulder, so you have to turn to grab his face in your hands. A light blush coats his cheeks at your action.

"As much as I love you, Pierrot, and as much as I want to believe it, I'm afraid you're the only one who is actively concerned for my safety in this case. The others... just really like telling me 'no', for some reason"

That earns a chuckle from Jester.

The Doctor cocks his head to the side: "It is hardly our fault your reactions to refusal are so... intriguing. Ranging from bickering and giving a cold shoulder to outright disregarding whatever we say."

"Is that so? Maybe I should add rearranging your supplies to the range... Or running away from the circus and getting married in Vegas?" You cross your arms and pout, feeling even more outraged when Doctor takes out a notebook and jots something down.

"Perhaps your energy should be redirected elsewhere... How about a game, darling?"

"A game? What, like hide and seek?"

"Could be hide and seek"

★☆★

"You'll have an hour to hide... Anywhere, wherever you desire"

You bite your tongue tempted to ask if you could buy a plane ticket and leave the country in that one hour... If you timed it right and was very lucky you'd probably manage it.

"Once the time is up we begin our hunt"

"Weird word choice," you mumble

Their smiles widen.

"Be assured dear, this word choice is intentional" Harlequin leans into your personal space, curling a loose strand of your hair around his finger. He's making it hard to focus.

"Alright... And once you capture me..."

"Once you're caught... You're at the complete mercy of your captor"

"What?" This sounds absurd, so it takes for Jester to reiterate it, for it to trully sink in.

"Once you are caught... We'll do as we please"

"Oh..." You stare at your feet for a few seconds

They all wait patiently for you to say something else.

"Did- did you have dinner tonight? You're... Not hungry are you?"

It takes them a moment to process your question, before they laugh.

"Your worried face is adorable"

"There are different types of hunger, dear... And I'm already starved for you" Harlequin runs his fingers down the side of your face and stops at your pulse point. He presses lightly to feel it beneath his fingers

"My Lady, don't take him seriously, we won't eat you"

"Thanks..."

"It would do you well to remember, darling, that Pierrot can only promise for himself... The night is long... Who knows how we'll feel about devouring you by the end of it..." The whole situation seems to be highly amusing to Jester.

Your eyes widened again at this.

He grins, "I merely jest"

Despite yourself you let out a giggle. It's rare to have Jester in such a good mood... He must be thoroughly enjoying the whole ordeal.

"Be assured, guest, your death would inconvenience us, we shall refrain from harming you, as long as you follow the orders"

"Leave it to Ticket Taker to validate your feelings and make you feel needed" Harlequin laughs.

You send Harlequin a small smile, before asking a question that has been bugging you for half of the conversation:

"And if you don't succeed in getting me?"

"I wouldn't worry your pretty head with that improbability. We have the entire night"

"I don't think this is very fair. You guys have a clear advantage. I mean, there's five of you... And I'm only one"

"Ah, but here's where you're mistaken, darling... We do not like to share." There was a dangerous glimmer in their eyes. You realised they would not be playing as a team... No... For this night they'd be enemies, all striving to win. And you're the prize.

They savour your expression for a moment, before Jester gives you a little shove.

"Now run along little mouse. Hide. Run. Do what you like... We already know how this ends"

His words are enough to send you sprinting out of the tent and into the night.

★☆★

That was 40 minutes ago. Now you were wandering the streets. Still 20 minutes of protected time and you were keeping a steady pace, trying to put as much distance between yourself and them as you could.

You had to silence your phone 10 minutes into the game - it was going off incessantly with messages from Harlequin - brainstorming what he'd do to you once he caught you. Apparently waiting was taking a toll on him if he decided to bombard you with such very descriptive imagery.

At the 45 minute mark your phone rings. You automatically decline. Harlequin has tried calling you 10 times in the past 10 minutes. He really is getting impatient. Apparently just texting you his fantasies isn't enough anymore.

It buzzes with a text. With a sigh you take it out, fully intent on blocking Harlequin for the duration of the night. Will it make him more vengeful if he catches you? Definitely. But at this point you're willing to take your chances. Besides. Him catching you is only a 1 in 5 probability.

There are worse candidates to piss off. Like Jester.

The text is from Ticket Taker. Brief and to the point:

"It would do you well not to decline Jester's calls next time, doll. You wouldn't want to anger the one who could hold your fate in his claws by the end of the night..."

Ah... Guess you jinxed it.

You try dialing Jester again a few times. But apparently he's taking pleasure in declining your calls after you declined his. Great.

Instead, you call Ticket Taker. He picks up, bit it's Jester who speaks, "Darling, learn to pick up your phone. You have it for a reason"

"Sorry...I thought it was-"

"I'm aware. Which is why I'll let this one slide"

"Really?"

"No" there is laughter and mirth in his voice, "I'll consider it. The events of the night can sway my opinion," he muses, "speaking of...There is a slight change in rules"

"Midgame?"

"Yes. We'll start our hunt a bit early"

"How early?"

"Now"

"What? But- that's not-" you sputter.

"Unfortunately your lack of engagement made Harlequin really impatient. He has already started. And we can't have him get an advantage, can we? Besides... Pierrot is not taking the wait well, especially now that Harlequin is out and about"

"Of fucking course it was Harlequin" you mutter.

"I wouldn't waste your breath on curses, darling, now, run along, don't make the chase end too soon... Make it interesting"

★☆★

By the third hour you get an inkling that perhaps this was never meant to be a simple game. Perhaps they treated it as more of an elaborate foreplay than an actual competition. Perhaps you were meant to let them catch you. You debate searching for one of them. But quickly brush the idea aside. Then you debate calling Jester or Ticket Taker... Probably not Harlequin... To ask for clarifications... But you can easily imagine how that conversation would go:

"Hi, I'm a bit dense. Was this meant to be foreplay or something?"

No... You are not ready for that type of humiliation yet.

Besides. You've already made up your mind. You would really love to see their faces at dawn. After you have successfully evaded capture. You can practically taste the sweet flavour of victory... Oh that would be just marvelous... Simply exhilarating. The mere thought of beating those monsters at a game you were never meant to win fills you with adrenaline and it's all you need to keep going...

You always had a bit of a competitive streak. It made everything that much more fun...

★☆★

Four hours in and you get a call from Pierrot. You contemplate letting it go to voicemail, but begrudgingly pick up. He tends to worry more than necessary. And while it's endearing... It's probably not great for his state.

Besides, he should not suffer just because Harlequin annoyed you into not picking up calls (that already happened with Jester and you had no interest in expanding the list of people you ghosted).

"My Lady? Are you alright?" His tone is laced with concern, making your heart swell.

"Of course I am, why? Should I... Not be... Alright?" You laugh nervously.

"We haven't caught you yet, I thought something happened to you."

"Oh Pierrot, I promise I'm alright. I'm just really good at running and hiding."

"You are, My Lady, but I'd prefer you didn't. At least not from me. I miss you already."

"I promise, once the game is over, I'll give you as many cuddles as you want, deal?"

"But My Lady, you could tell me where you are now... And we wouldn't have to wait," he sounds so convincing you're tempted to give in.

You chuckle, "But Pierrot, that's probably against the rules"

You can sense him pouting through the phone. You're about to say something more comforting, when you notice a looming presence out of the corner of your eye. Instead, you say:

"Pierrot? I gotta go, unless you want me caught by someone else"

You turn towards the figure, stuffing your phone back in your pocket. Tall, broad shoulders. Would be very very intimidating if you didn't know him as well as you do, and even now in the dark, illuminated by the moonlight, he still sends shivers down your spine.

"Hey," you try for a casual greeting. You did not expect to be caught so quickly.

He nods in acknowledgement, his soft steps resonate quietly on the ground as he approaches slowly.

"Your little escapade is about to be terminated"

"Interesting hypothesis, I'd love to disproove it"

"I'm afraid you don't have a chance, sweetie, I do not like leaving my patients unattended for a long time" he smiles and approaches you, there is soft fondness in his demeanour, which goes in dissonance with his menacing figure.

"Ah, but tonight I'm more of a riveting experiment, you must agree... And experiments are not to be interfered with"

"I've had enough impartial observations for tonight, dear, I would like to move on to a more hands-on approach"

"How did you track me down?" You try to prolong the conversation, giving yourself precious seconds to find a way out. You can't have this end so soon.

"You will be disappointed, sweetheart, pure chance... Or perhaps good intuition of what my patient likes"

You hum noncomitally, a plan already half-formed in your head. It's only fair you use any and every means of escape you have, you reason. Especially considering you're not caught, yet...

Jester told you to make it interesting... And you will...

You begin your motion, careful not to alert him. Though you're already certain he clocked in that you're up to something.

"You do know me pretty well..."

In fact, you have an inkling he even knows what you're about to do... In vague details... But is letting you proceed, curious to where it may lead...

"Well enough to know you do not intend to give in so easily... Tell me, why is that?"

"A secret," you grin.

"You must be mistaken, sweetheart, a patient does not have secrets from their Doctor... I am disappointed my favourite one would forget such an important rule"

"That's fair... I suppose I just enjoy the thrill and the taste of freedom.. or maybe I just want to win."

The lights right ahead signal the approaching bus, you pay it no mind, afraid even a flicker of eyes in that direction might betray your intentions. No, until the very last moment you will not look.

"You look mesmerising... When your heart pounds in your chest and adrenaline courses through your veins," he observes, "It is a good look on you"

The bus stops.

"I'm sorry, Doctor, but I think I might have to reschedule my appointment," you say before making a mad dash for the already closing doors.

He watches the bus drive off with an almost fond smile. He was always one of the most lenient towards you, somehow.

You get a text message:

"Of course, sweetheart, the Doctor always wants what's best for their patient. But I do hope to rendezvous with you tonight once more... Perhaps you won't run off the next time"

You grin. His response makes your heart beat just a bit faster. That and how he always manages to clock in your every mood and craving - much how right now you absolutely need to continue the game (and to win, of course)

★☆★

You halt at the train station to catch your breath. The lit up sign says the next one out of town is in 10 minutes. Of course you weren't planning on leaving. That's not the point of the game. Which by the way, has really grown on you. But it was a very good opportunity to tease your favourite monsters.

You take a photo, posing where they could see the sign and the ticket purchasing machine.

And scramble to get some distance between yourself and the station before sending it to the group chat.

You: Jester told me to keep it interesting and the prices are low enough... Is that entertaining enough for you?

Pierrot: My Lady?

Jester: I didn't take you for such a fool as to give us a beacon of your location

Doctor: Such an unpredictable subject...

Ticket Taker: An inconvenience is more accurate. I told you she'd pull a stupid stunt like this

Harlequn's was the most concerning. It came a minute after the others and was a photo of the very station with a caption "Nowhere left to run... Since you can't escape anyway, you might as well review the texts I sent you while waiting"

Such a cocky text. It deserves an equally arrogant response:

You: dumbass. You'd think I'd send you a pic from my actual location? Try again:)

★☆★

The forest was a stupid idea after all... You'd think that they all would stick to the city... The actual place you'd most likely to be at... But somehow, Harlequin and you had both ended up in the forest. In the exact same spot. Cool...

His eyes glimmer a menacing green in the dark, like two emeralds. You take a step back, contemplating whether running back was still on the table. Probably not anymore... His agility was something to be envious of.

"Looks like I win, and I'm here to claim my prize"

You purse your lips.

"Technically, you still didn't catch me." You state stubbornly.

"Really? You still insist on not loosing? Hah... Let's wrap this up quickly and get to the fun part, what do you say, hm? What would you count as me catching you?"

If you were going to loose, you might as well make the loss fun for yourself, "You'd probably have to pin me down or wrap your arms around me."

His grin widens, "Oh how I love when you get so bold, my dear," he takes a slow deliberate step towards you, savouring the moment, no doubt, "Let's not make a technicality halt us then."

Neither of you get a chance to get much further, as Harlequin gets struck in the shoulder by a dagger. You yelp in surprise and look around in alarm before spotting a grim looking Pierrot. And he has at least a few more daggers on hand.

"Pierrot... Right on cue to ruin the moment... If I felt more charitable I'd have suggested you join in, but I don't share"

Before you can so much as blink Pierrot is on Harlequin. They merge into a blur of taunts and fists and maybe knives.

You take a tentative step back. They don't notice - too engrossed.

"I'll uh... Leave you guys to it" you give the two fighting figures a thumbs up before running out of the forest.

Technicalities fucking matter

★☆★

You halted only for a few minutes, to catch your breath, and on a rooftop, no less. How in hell did Ticket Taker manage to find you that quickly... You would never comprehend it.

He stood, hands behind his back, calmly surveying as you desperately intake the cold night air. Your whole body felt heavy and tired, so your rather less than graceful leaning on the railing could be excused. It took you embarrassingly longer than it should have to spot him. In fact, you only noticed his presence once he placed his jacket over your shoulders.

The sudden grounding heaviness of it startled you. Your legs almost gave out under you.

It was stupid to think you'd get even a few minutes of a reprieve. With shaking arms you pushed yourself from the railing, stumbling, but ready to run at a moment's notice, he nodded in acknowledgement.

"I wouldn't do that, dearest"

You frown, "Of course you wouldn't want me to start running. I'm easier to catch if I don't"

"You look too tired to even make it down the stairs. It would be advisable to rest"

You heart was still pounding in your chest - undecided whether from all the running, the jumpscare he gave you or from having his jacket over your shoulders, while he stood mere centimetres away from you.

He surveyed the night city, while you were still catching your breath. Now that the adrenaline and the constant anxious pounding in your skull over getting caught subsided, you were immensely grateful for his jacket. Only now did you notice how chilly the air was and how absolutely frozen you felt. You huddled the jacket tighter around your frame.

He glanced at his pocket watch, "Rest time is over. Now, we shall proceed with what I have planned for this eventuality" his lips stretched into a smile, as his gloved hand reached towards you.

Before he could touch you, you pushed off the railing, taking a few steps back.

"Tsk. Didn't I tell you that obedience looks better on you? I shall be disappointed if we waste precious time here because of you"

You were eyeing the exits, your mind running ten miles a second, coming up with escape plans and routes. But help and an opportunity of escape came from the least expected source.

"No need for such haste, Bil," a dark hand fell on Ticket Taker's shoulder. He seemed startled at it and at the silky words of the speaker.

You were already inching yourself towards the exit. Jester crossed the distance, halting your escape and blocking you from Ticket Taker with one arm.

"Jester? I thought we were above such petty squabbles, unlike certain other members of the troupe"

"Rest assured, dear friend, we are. Unfortunately, those very members of the troupe left quite a mess. It must be dealt with."

You take your chances where you can:

"Nice move, Jester, send him away to deal with the mess to have your way with me unobstructed"

Jester narrowed his eyes at you, but snapped his attention back to Ticket Taker:

"Really now, Jester? The girl was mine... And I do not appreciate my schedule being interfered with"

You leave them to discuss it alone. It'll buy you a minute tops - they really are above petty squabbles and can easily spot your attempts to sow discord... But you'll take what you can get... Besides, a busy street is right around here somewhere. Getting lost in the crowd is exactly what you need right now...

You feel two pairs of eyes burn into your back as you disappear amongst strangers and street lights.

★☆★

The two figures on the rooftop sighed at your departure into the night. The taller one clad in dark purple turned to the other:

"I didnt expect her to be so stubborn in her escape. One could think she'd be smart enough to recognise this game for what it is."

A beat of silence.

"You don't think she truly believes we'd devour her? She should know by now that we have no such inclinations towards her"

"Hmm, our inclinations towards her are..." Jester gestured vaguely, searching for a word, before settling on: "Different. That is true..."

"Perhaps your attempt at humour earlier frightened her" Ticket Taker ponders, a quiet jab at his friend

"I think we have simply miscalculated."

"Miscalculated? You?" There is incredulity in his tone

"Our darling Y/n is a bit more clueless and has a far deeper competitive streak than I imagined... Still, makes the victory that much more sweeter."

★☆★

You shivered as the sky slowly turned from midnight to a dark violet, soon to be rosy with sunrise. The jacket Ticket Taker so courteously lent you - what a gentleman - provided meager warmth as you huddled it tighter around you. You walked the empty streets, briefly wondering if the monsters have given up on finding you.

You shoot them a quick "given up yet?" text and see 5 typing bubbles. A few second later you receive your responses:

"Of course not, My Lady" - Pierrot, ever so sweet.

"No, but you should... If you let me get you now, I promise to be merciful~" - Harlequin, the flirt he is...

"Fascinating confidence for someone right within my reach" - Jester, his mysterious and thinly veiled threats that sent your heart racing just like his compliments and affection did. He truly had a way with words.

"No. I have quite a lot in mind I want to do which would require your assistance" - Doctor, ever so blunt, so forward with his intentions

"You have already taken more time out of our schedule than you ought to. Let's not prolong the inevitable, dearest. Now, be a good girl" - Ticket Taker, he can be so uptight... But just as charming when he wants to be

They were persistent. And you've had a lot of close run-ins throughout the night. They remained ever so determined to get you.

You smile softly at the memories. You are rather fond of them. Perhaps fondness is too weak of a word... With the cool night air and sky the colour of violets another word burrows it's way into your mind - Love. It startles you slightly... But settles in so naturally in your mind you can't refute it.

The game is coming to a closure. A shame. It was fun... It would be nice to maybe watch the sunset rise on some rooftop and then show up to the circus beaming with victory. Or maybe it would be more fun to... Let one of them catch you... After all, it's not a complete loss for you if you let them. And there just might be one who really deserves a win...

★★☆★★☆★★☆★★

A/n: let me know what you think and I'll start on some of the endings... Soon... Yeah

Endings:

Pierrot

Ticket Taker

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Jester x gn!reader

slight Pierrot x gn!reader

fluff

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